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A little shorter chapter, this one, planning for what happens next. On with the story....
Meredith watched as her own father walked away from her, leaving her for dead and knew that she had never thought it would end this way. It was ironic to her that the one time she could not accept death was the only time she was only a few breaths away. There had been various times when she was much younger that sometimes she thought it would have been easier not to be there. Her mother could have lived without the constant reminder of the failure of her marriage and the annoyance of a child, and she could have lived without the pain of being rejected every single day. It would have been easy then and she could have chose to end it in a way that didn't involve lying on the floor from being stabbed.
She didn't want to die. She actually, really didn't want to die. Just for a second as the pain swept through her the thought of letting go came to her mind and then the image of Derek smiling stuck and she didn't want to go anywhere. This couldn't be the end. Dying from a stab wound from a half sister because her drunk father told her a lie was not the way she wanted to end her life. She wanted to die of old age with Derek by her side holding her hand. She wasn't dying today.
She forced herself to open her eyes and was met with a view of the roof. She turned her head and was shocked to see what the room looked like. The floor around her was stained with blood and the room looked like there had been a war fought inside it. She supposed, in a way, there had been. She saw her shattered phone on the opposite side of the room and knew that Derek would already be freaking out. She made herself bite her lip as she turned her whole body to the side looked to the other side of her and groaned when she saw the time. Her friends wouldn't be home for hours. It was only then, through her exhausted state, that she realised she was the only one who could help herself now.
She tried to push herself up with her arms, but sunk back to the floor with a strangled cry. She felt the nausea spread up her body like water and bit back the urge to vomit. How was she meant to get help? She knew there was a house phone at the base of the steps but that was a good 4 metres away now and there was no way she would reach it in her current condition. Tears sprang to her eyes as she acknowledged the possibility that she was going to bleed out very soon. It wasn't long before she felt herself lose her concentration as her sight blurred and then become aware that she was falling asleep. She settled back into her position on the floor and prayed that somebody would come. Before it was too late.
As Meredith was praying for help, George had finally found Cristina after half an hour of searching.
"Cristina! Where are you going?!" George yelled across the foyer of the hospital as he saw Cristina leaving. She turned at his voice.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm leaving. Chief told me to go home. I told him I was fine, got the same amount of energy as a freaking two year old on sugar, but apparently it wasn't good enough" She shook her head in disgust and turned to leave.
"Wait" George said as he grabbed her arm.
"Seriously, Bambi. Sooner I get out of here, sooner I can come back. What do you want?" She shook her arm free of his grip and turned to him with raised eyebrows.
"Can you go home and check on Meredith? I know everyone thinks she's okay, but Izzie and I won't be home for a while and I have this feeling"
Cristina laughed "Little lovesick, huh? Meredith is fine, alright? Stop worrying about her"
"Cristina. Come on, just go say hello or whatever it is you two do"
"Look, George. It's sweet, and a tad sad that you care about her so much, but Meredith will survive without anyone with her for one night. She is an adult. I'm going home to sleep" she turned and quickly walked away muttering about energy. George sighed and checked his watch, cursing to himself when he realised he should have been back in the pit ages ago.
"Thanks for the help, Cristina!" he yelled, sarcastically, to her back and only got a hand up in acknowledgment. He just hoped she was okay.
"Seriously, George. It was so awesome! This guy had somehow got a gear stick stuck in his leg! He said he was just driving and then was changing gears and it just came off and then the car slipped in the wet and he got it stuck in his leg. I mean, how cool is that?!"
George just nodded to her as he pulled the car up into the driveway of the house. It had been only an hour and a half since George had pleaded with Cristina to go and check on Meredith and ever since he couldn't displace the feeling of dread. Both him and Izzie had been told to go home and take the opportunity to rest, as they expected even more numbers of people coming in the hospital tomorrow.
"Was the guy okay?" he asked absently. Izzie stared at him in confusion
"Well, yeah. He was fine, but that's not the point he had a gear stick in his leg." she sighed in pleasure "So cool"
George skipped up the steps to the house, slide his key in the keyhole, pushed the door open and froze. Izzie, who had been talking animatedly about another case that she had worked on that day ran into his back.
"It's called walking in the door, George" she waited a moment and was confused when she got no response. "George. Will you move. What's wrong?" She pushed past him and gasped.
"Oh My god. There's so much blood. Oh, George. Meredith" she paused in the doorway and then watched as George snapped out of his reverie and started to run around the room.
"Meredith! Meredith! Where are you?!" he walked around the back of the couch and yelped at the sight in front of him.
"Meredith. Meredith. Oh god. It's George. We're going to get help" He looked across to Izzie and saw she had moved to the other end of the couch and her face was slowly turning to a new shade of white. "Izzie, look at me. Izzie"
Izzie's eyes slowly moved to his and he could see tears starting to form.
"You have to get help, okay? Call 911. Now" He stared at Izzie until she nodded slowly and then hurriedly whispered okay and ran off into the kitchen.
George quickly felt for a pulse and let out a sigh of relief when he felt a faint, slow pulse under his fingers. He knew it was far too slow and no where near strong enough, but concentrated on the fact that it was there. He moved his hands to her back and rolled up the back of her shirt to search for any injuries and cursed when he saw the long deep wound perilously close to her spine. He rolled the shirt up further and grimaced when he saw another three wounds marring her back. He looked around near him and searched for anything that could stop the bleeding.
"Here" Izzie said quietly as she lay three towels and a medical kit next to his side on the floor.
"Thanks" He pushed them into her back and murmured to himself. "Good. That's good. Okay"
"I called for help. They said they'd be here really soon. I don't know what to do"
"You called for help. You're helping her. Now I need you to come here and hold these towels to her back." Izzie almost looked scared at the prospect and then let the tears fall when she saw her own friends back.
"Why would someone do this to her?"
"I don't know, Iz. We just need to get her to a hospital, okay?" They both turned in shock when they heard the slight gasp from Meredith.
"Meredith. It's George and Izzie. You're okay" he made sure Izzie was holding the towels to her back and grabbed Meredith's hand in one of his.
"What happened, Mer?"
"Hurts. Derek."
"What? Derek did this?" he almost yelled and was glad to see her immediately shake her head and then stop and shut her eyes.
"No. Want Derek. Need Der" her voice trailed off and the sound of sirens filled the void.
"You're going to be okay, Meredith" George squeezed her hand and tried not to worry further when he felt her grip loosen. "Just stay with us, Mer. Please stay with us"
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